Chapter 477 – Master of Blood (3)

“Hmm… That tidyer.”

“Her?”

Iona mutters with her head tilted crookedly. Vlad looked dumbfounded when he saw her like that.

That’s because the blood-red palace that surrounds it now was one of the achievements of Vlad’s research.

Vlad’s ultimate goal is to awaken the hidden potential in her own blood and become a dragon like her great ancestors.

But this is realistically impossible. Therefore, I needed a way to make the impossible possible and to realize my own stubbornness.

After going through countless trials and errors, I reached the conclusion that it was a state of transcendence that allowed me to twist the laws, even if only in a small way.

However, no matter how long he lives and continues his research, no matter how he builds up enough power to be called a High Lord by eating clan members, and no matter how he uses all the treasures and rare materials on the continent.

Research on transcendence has not crossed the final wall.

The conclusion reached is that they will receive the blood of those who have already transcended, increase their power, and use it for research.

He frantically set out to search for the dragon, why he surrendered himself to the noble ruler without hesitation upon hearing that Ajidahaka had betrayed him, and why he became an apostate in exchange for the blood Ajidahaka shed during his lifetime.

It’s all about reaching transcendence.

And I found the clue in a truly unexpected place. This was the area of ​​blood that Iona had inexperienced in unfolding a little while ago.

In it, Iona wielded powers beyond her own, perceiving with her own eyes and before her eyes all that transpired in her realm.

There are still many shortcomings, but some aspects of the transcendental realm that Vlad had longed for have been revealed.

That’s why he seems to have been one-sided by Iona so far. Even though she had a blood spirit that could see through all blood flows, she needed time to steal other people’s techniques and improve them to suit her own.

The current palace was completed in this way. Hundreds of years of research, and Vlad’s persistence that cannot even be called madness.

And the enormous amount of Jinhyeol led him, who had not yet reached transcendence, to the next path, even if it was just half a step.

‘If there had been a little more time, that junior would have reached transcendence before me.’

But time is always cruel, and fate is cold.

Iona’s talents are destined to be broken when she meets herself before she can fully blossom. … I thought.

That’s why I don’t understand the way Iona is now tilting her head with an unlucky expression on her face.

“This… ! Still, I tried to be nice to her because she was helpful to me, but I couldn’t! “Are you saying that your eyes are just decoration?”

Vlad jumped up from the throne, threw away all pretense and shouted in a growling voice.

“Look at this space! My senses! It’s a place where your abilities are expanded! Being in here means it’s already inside my stomach! “I am invincible in this!”

“No. “That’s not true.”

Iona retorts with a voice that says it’s absurd.

If Vlad did not understand her Iona reaction, Iona also did not understand her Vlad’s joy.

That’s right, because I’ve already been by Yandel’s side and seen what it’s like to bring her true impossibility down to the realm of the possible.

I saw countless magic circles covering the sky and giant swords falling like meteors tearing the evil spirit’s body to pieces.

He competed on equal footing with a mountain-crushing giant, and in the end, he saw a golem that took him to task.

He even manages to block the ferocious waves that gnaw and crush everything with a single dagger.

I also saw the sight of her suppressing the distorted beliefs of all cultists and turning evil spirits into good spirits through the faith she sent alone.

More than anything.

As a low-level wizard who had just learned magic, he crossed a battlefield filled with thousands of monsters.

The man who came to save him, overcoming the archbishops of each denomination. He clearly remembers the blood-soaked kiss.

Just barely controlling the surroundings and creating an advantageous home ground is not such a big deal for Iona.

“I’m disappointed. Still, I was a little nervous because he was a legendary vampire. Was it just this much?”

“… You arrogant bastard! “Did you think that what I’ve shown you so far is everything I am?”

Is he exalted because of the territory, or is he just angry because his life’s work of research has been denied? Anyway, Vlad was very excited and increased his strength.

Dozens of bloody dolls broke through the walls, rose from the floor, and surrounded all around.

Vlad smiled in satisfaction at the sight and sat down on the throne again.

“Of all the blood masters I have ever drunk, these are the ones with the most outstanding abilities. “Let’s get through them and speak in front of me again.”

“You look so good with something that’s nothing special… “It’s good for me!”

Iona raised the corners of her mouth with a smirk and quickly looked around. Blood people with no distinct facial features and only an outline. However, the weapons they were holding were different.

Swords, spears, bows, magic, and even a guy who looks like a vampire with bare hands but slightly sharp fangs.

As Vlad himself said, in his stomach… No, it feels like the remnants that were sleeping in my blood have been brought out.

“That means they are all weaker than me.”

If Vlad gave everything to explore the source of her blood, Iona gave everything solely to kill the cultist.

In fact, Vlad’s ability to manipulate blood was overwhelming, but he seemed a bit lacking in fighting using it.

Because the weight class itself is such a bully, these shortcomings have not been noticeable until now.

But, those guys who couldn’t defeat Vlad and fell? Why would Iona be scared against someone who lacks her weight class and skills?

Gooooo-

A thin mist of blood rose over Iona’s entire body. It’s not like he’s wearing Crimson Fog. This is a phenomenon that occurred when the body was strengthened with blood force used to the limit.

Iona is clearly weaker than Vlad. Although they are of a similar level thanks to Yandel, the total amount of her power and ability to manipulate blood are one step behind her.

But, just one. The combat performance ability of directly moving the body and defeating the enemy surpassed Vlad.

Then the answer is simple. Jump over all obstacles and turn Vlad into minced meat.

Unless the heart is a weak point, even if the head is broken, it will regenerate quickly. But it doesn’t matter. Just kill them until they die and that’s it. Or…

-Keeeee!

Iona swung her fist at her bloodman, who was screaming as if even her intellect had degenerated.

***

‘It doesn’t make sense…’

Vlad is sitting on the throne, his eyes fluttering. She wanted to deny the scene before her eyes so much.

Every time Iona swings her arm, three or three of her blood seals explode. There was one guy whose heart she pierced with a capital, another guy she cut down at will with the combination of her blood mist and blood magic weapon, and another guy she tore apart after being wrapped in thorny vines that bloomed with every step she took.

Even if a blood person dies, he or she can come back to life again and again, but what’s the point if they die at a faster rate than that?

An overwhelming art of slaughter.

Vlad had taken countless lives so far, but there was something different about Io Na now. It was as if violence and death were literally embodied.

Vlad suddenly felt frustrated at the sight of him forcibly breaking through a path he thought he could never break through.

‘Am I afraid?’

She had at best taken one step toward the secret garden, but perhaps she did not want to admit that she felt fear from someone she thought was far inferior to her.

Breaking his promise to watch quietly, Vlad raises his magic power.

Ugh-

Vlad is connected to the entire palace through the throne. Even if he uses just a little bit of force, it resonates with the entire area and increases its power several times.

The result was a huge pile. The bloodman, who received the master’s will, rushed to capture Iona rather than kill her.

Iona and the blood people instantly tangled together and became one huge lump of blood. The stake prepared a little while ago fell on top of it.

The sharpness is sharp, but its enormous mass alone makes it a blow equivalent to a decent siege weapon.

With this, it will be able to crush all resistance, whether you try to block it or avoid it.

A smile of relief appeared on Vlad’s lips. Just for a little while.

Pow!

With a loud noise, the lump formed by the blood people exploded.

Iona jumped out, her whole body burned and covered in blood. She then threw her body towards the stake.

Vlad paused at the sight of himself declaring danger. Iona created spikes on the soles of her feet with her blood magic and began to run on her stake. As if defying her gravity.

She didn’t use any special magic. This was simply done with extremely enhanced physical abilities and skillful blood manipulation techniques.

In an instant, Iona ran up the wall of stakes, stood on top, and her stake fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Quaaaaa!!

The floor exploded with a loud noise, but Iona was already out of its range a long time ago.

With her blood red eyes flashing, she kicked off the wall made of her blood magic and fell towards her Vlad.

“Stop!”

At Vlad’s bewildered command, chains made of blood hurled at Iona from behind her throne with a dull metallic sound.

But Iona didn’t panic, and just like before, she used her blood magic to create a platform and flipped her body around in the air.

He avoids her chains, guides them, tangles them with each other, and when he can’t come up with an answer, he gets caught once and then breaks free by tearing off his own limbs.

A tactic that is too cruel even for a vampire like him. It was like throwing away her life, but… Yandel’s blood still remained in Iona.

The blood, which is equivalent to that of an ancient dragon, regenerated limbs with one transfusion pack, replenished lost strength with two, and allowed one to go beyond their limits with three.

Tadat.

Iona landed lightly on the ground. Because of her obstruction, she was unable to reach Vlad at once, but she did succeed in climbing the stairs leading to her throne.

As she threw her body again at Vlad, whose complexion became even paler, a baptism of blood flew at him in horror.

Her sharp blade fell like a guillotine, explosions erupted beneath her feet, and waves of blood filled her vision.

But nothing could stop Iona.

She blocked the blade by slanting it away, used the explosion as momentum to close the distance, ignoring the melting of her back, and defied the torrent like a natural disaster head on.

At this point, Vlad could no longer ignore his feelings.

“Oh, don’t come! What! “What on earth do you mean, you bitch!!”

Can not understand. Even vampires do not feel pain, and their mental power is not infinite.

So then what on earth is it about Io who repeats her body breaking and regenerating again and again?

If she had been any other vampire opponent, she would have used the gap in her blood to control her opponent’s blood in her reverse, killing her with a twist of her child’s hand.

However, Iona’s status continues to rise even at this moment, reaching a level that is almost on the same level as Vlad’s.

It’s natural. Spilling out all of her own blood, taking its place as Yandel’s… Isn’t it replaced with dragon’s blood?

An act that is no different from a kind of Pigalle. It is natural that its status is rising rapidly.

Of course, from Vlad’s point of view, who does not know this, he just looks like a monster who carelessly catches up to his efforts and destroys everything he hoped for with his feet of clay.

So she climbed her steps, leaving her mark with the blood she shed, and I was able to stand before her Vlad. She held a vicious spear full of thorns in one hand.

Vlad’s body stiffened as she looked down at him coldly. He was still sitting on the throne.

No, I should say she cannot escape from the throne. Because she is not yet accustomed to this area, she can only demonstrate her power by sitting on the throne.

If you try to get up from your seat to increase the distance, your chances of winning will be even lower.

“Under! Let’s see how long you can keep doing that! Anyway, isn’t the four years of inaction thanks to that blood transfusion pack? “What do you think will happen after the blood runs out?”

“…”

“I am confident in its regenerative ability. Anything is possible if you just endure it. “Would you like to test whether you get tired first or I get crazy first?”

“…”

In the midst of all this, Iona nonchalantly slams her spear down at Vlad, who talks a lot.

Phuuk-

“Tsk!”

This time, Vlad’s heart was pierced. As if it were his last pride, Vlad glared at Iona with his eyes wide open instead of screaming.

Although it hurts a little, the heart is no longer Vlad’s weak point. So, as I said, if you hold on just a little longer…

Vlad continued to think closer to the hope circuit. Iona muttered quietly to him.

“Chepeş.”

Pababat!

“Kaaaaa!!”

The thorns sprouting from the spear tear through Vlad’s body from the inside and sprout out onto his skin.

Vlad finally couldn’t bear the feeling of his internal organs being torn apart and screamed.

Only then did Iona break her expression and whisper with her usual mischievous smile.

“I am me. Have you thought about it? “It would be worth doing if it were just to fight and win, but I think it would be difficult to survive until the end.”

“Keuuuuu…”

“But then!” If I just absorb all of your true blood, you don’t have to worry about that, right?”

“Boo, it’s impossible. In order to rule over someone else’s blood, you must have a high rank and a level of control appropriate to it…”

“No no. That’s your problem. “This is about you, who increased your strength by sucking the blood of those weaker than you.”

To somehow control the blood of a higher level than oneself and use it as new power.

She nibbled on Yandel’s neck whenever she was bored, and for me, it was just like everyday life.